It's a lesson too late for the learning Made of sand, made of sand In the wink of an eye my soul is turning In your hand, in your hand Are you going away with no word of farewell Will there be not a trace left behind I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind As we walk along my thoughts are tumbling Round and round, round and round Underneath our feet a subway is rumbling Underground, underground Are you going away with no word of farewell Will there be not a trace left behind I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind You have reasons aplenty for going This I know, oh, this I know All the weeds have been steadily growing Please don't go, please don't go Are you going away with no word of farewell Will there be not a trace left behind I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind You know that was the last thing on my mind